built to spill - liar

Esta canción para mi es una de las mejores del pop de los últimos tiempos. La tercera vez que la escuchas ya estás enganchado. Si el pop se mantiene vivo es por grupos como este. La canción es del disco You in reverse de 2006

When things are all you think of
And plans are all you make
and thoughts are all you dream of
your falls are all you take
look out the world's destroying ya
relax it isn't fair
mother natures disposition
she don't mind she don't care
she don't mind she don't care

And I wouldn't be a liar
No i wouldn't be a liar if I told you that
I wouldn't be a liar

Passing over, passions pour, passing everything

I wouldn't be a liar
No I wouldn't be a liar if I told you that

It takes up all of your life
these decisions you make
it takes up all of a day
making them all

Well i sat on the patio
while the pianos were being tuned
forget about it all for a little while
she don't mind she dont care
she don't mind she don't care
she don't mind she don't care

And I wouldn't be a liar
No I wouldn't be a liar if I told you that
I wouldn't be a liar

You see it seems minor to me
You see it seems minor to me
You see it seems minor to me
You see it seems minor

adam green - the prince's bed

Este es uno de mis favoritos de Adam Green, es del disco Friends of Mine que para mi fue de los mejores de 2003.



if there's a heart inside your eye
if there's a clock inside your head
if there's a girl outside your bed
put your face in my place

my head is falling off my head
and i dont want to see clear again
everyone is talking about jesus
everyone is talking about jesus
everyone is talking about jesus
everyone's fucking my princess

goodnight to my new dead wife
goodnight to my nazi friend
i'm standing on the tip of my stinking ship

hey princess over there
why you sitting over there
when you've got a warm spot to share
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed

oh i know you've thought about it
and i knew you want to have it
now i always have my camera
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed
in the prince's bed

the strokes - new york city cops

Este es uno de los temas que más me gustan de the strokes, es del primer disco y la verdad que no sabía cual escoger. Me decidí por este directo porque realmente el estribillo es para mi unos de los mejores entre el rock actual.



(Oh I meant, ah no I didn't mean that at all)
Here in the streets so merchanised
Rise to the bottom of the meaning of life
Studied all the rules I don't want no part
But I let you in just to break this heart
Even though it was only one night
It was fucking strange

Nina's in the bedroom
She said time to go now
But leaving it ain't easy
I got to let go
I got to let go
And the hours they ran slow
I said everynight she just can't stop saying
New York City cops
New York City cops
New York City cops
They ain't too smart
New York City cops
New York City cops
New York City cops
They ain't too smart

Kill me now cause I let you down
I swear one day I'm going to leave this town
Stop. Yes I'm leaving
Cause it just won't work
They act like Romans but they dress like Turks
Sometime in your prime
See me I like the summertime (but hey)

Nina's in the bedroom
She said time to go now
But leaving it ain't easy
I got to let go
I got to let go oh
Trapped in an apartment
She would not let them get her
She wrote it in a letter
I got to come clean
The authorities they've seen
Darling I'm somewhere in between
I said everynight, she just can't stop saying
New York City cops
New York City cops
New York City cops
They ain't too smart
New York City cops
New York City cops
New York City cops
They ain't too smart

editors - smokers outside the hospital doors

Este tema de Editors es la primera novedad que pongo, salió hace unos meses (en el 2007). Podría poner muchas cosas recientes que están bien, pero creo que este tema es uno de los que más me ha impactado, la voz de Tom Smith (cantante/guitarra/piano) es una de las que más me ha sorpendido de los nuevos grupos que van apareciendo, tiene pinta de convertirse en uno de los grandes, lo único que le falta es un nuevo nombre...

Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can't see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees

Say goodbye to everyone
You have ever known
You are not gonna see them ever again

I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands, have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?

How can we wear our smiles
With our mouths wide shut
'Cause you stopped us from singin'

I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands, have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Left smashed off the floor

I can't believe you
If I can't hear you
I can't believe you
If I can't hear you

We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Smashed off the floor

We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Smashed off the floor

Someone turn me around
(We've all been changed from what we were)
Can I start this again?
(Our broken parts smashed off the floor)
Now someone turn us around
(We've all been changed from what we were)
Can we start this again?
(Our broken parts smashed off the floor)

the decemberists - eli, the barrowboy

Este es mi tema favorito de the Decemberists. La voz de Colin Meloy una de las mejores del pop actual, el videoclip no es nada del otro mundo, aquí lo que importa es la canción.

Eli, the barrowboy, you're the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out all down the day
Below the tamarac she is crying
Corn cobs and candlewax for the buying, all down the day

Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk arabian thread
She is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day

Eli, the barrowboy, when they found him
Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned in the river down the way
They laid his body down in a churchyard
But still when the moon is out, with his pushcart, he calls down the day

Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
But still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day